I met Barbara Carter about 1990 at a Women's Spiritual Group. She was a young mother of three energetic children, living in the home converted from that very boathouse that we've all come to know, looking after all her family responsibilities, because she was married to a fisherman who was away more than he was home. Not only that, but she was still living across the road from Mother and handling whatever crises and drama emanated from that domain on any occasion, while still having time to be a practicing artist.
At first, she was pretty quiet at the Sisters' monthly meetings as was I, feeling we were both novices in the spirit realm, though intensely interested. Barbara would ask unusual questions that really made us think, because of her desire to understand better how Life worked. On a few occasions I heard her laugh and it was so infectious that I started a mission to make her laugh whenever possible. We gradually worked ourselves into a pair of shit disturbers, saying irreverent things and laughing when really we were seeking to understand reverence in our own lives.
We started chumming outside of Sisters and I began to follow her artistic processes with her memory quilts and then fabric pieces she created to reflect her own inner experiences. It was a therapy for her to delve into her childhood stories to dig out the truth of what happened and replace the stories that she was taught to carry, which had never jived well with her own being.
I was brought up Presbyterian and the girl Barbara Ann in "Balancing Act" would not have been someone my parents would have permitted me to be friends with, acting up out of boredom and a feeling that people and life were neglecting her. Except Will. As steadfast as he could possibly be and unfailing in the expression of his love to Barbara Ann. And how horrid to have this delicate sharing with another human being ripped away in the vulgarest of ways by her steadfastly incorrigible Mother. No wonder Barbara Ann crashed. The miracle is that she didn't let her take her away.
Barbara Carter is one of the most resilient people I have ever met. We can only shake our heads to think of such a creative, buoyant, loving girl being able to survive in the chaos of her childhood home.
Barbara's earliest form of searching was visual, in the various phases and forms her art took over the years. It is truly remarkable that she has carried on her searching and journeying into the word form. I can't wait to read the next episode, which she is working on now, because I lived some of that phase with her - I think.